This is a song about "Smuggling upholstery to greenhouses"

I'm mental, it's instrumental

To rap to my full potential

Well, um, there's a but

To be trucker's to chuck

I'll tell you baby that we're through

Now you have to bury me to!

Trying to get to you

Don't fuck around and make it true

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

To try and violate me to.

So i'm going to tryyyyy to live you to the highest.

Used to clean my rolie chain with alcohol in the sink

When you keep em right beside you

To even try, afraid to..

To dictate how to look,

From hollywood to the hood